Sometimes I feel like home is supposed to be the place where I can feel safe and relaxed, but lately it has become the place where I feel the most exhausted. Family problems make you hide so many things inside. Not because you have nothing to say, but because you don't know who you can truly talk to. I smile, joke, and act like everything is fine, but when I'm alone, all the thoughts come back. The hardest part is that I love my family, yet sometimes the things that happen between us make me feel distant from them. I don't need a perfect life. I don't expect everything to go my way. I just want some peace, a kind word, and the feeling that my feelings actually matter. I'm tired of pretending to be strong all the time. Sometimes I just wish someone would sit beside me and genuinely ask, "Are you okay?" I may not talk about everything, but that doesn't mean I don't feel it. There are so many things I keep inside, and I hope one day I'll be able to talk about them without feeling afraid or judged.